Poetry

Saturday, 21 May 2016

Lemon Curd Lemmers

Cats are afraid of water
Abraham was afraid to send his son to slaughter
I noticed a woman who was nervous of a little bird
Tell me why am I afraid of Lemon Curd?

Napoleon was a Giant who stood 5 feet 7 tall
But even he had issues with the shadows on the wall
And many in Mogadishu feel the need to cry I’ve heard
So Tell me why am I afraid of Lemon Curd?

I used to know a sailor who told me of the things at Sea
Many I could guess to face they wouldn’t bother me
But even this tough sailor thinks its quite absurd
Tell me why am I afraid of Lemon Curd?

Is it that its yellow well that could be the fellow
But no I don’t hide myself from the Sun
And its not that its a preserve about which I am Mellow
After all I can spread Jam on a current Bun

No, what I think is, that it is from a lemon tree
It’s truly that elementary
For a nasty incident happened when I was young

I was stuck up the tree for hours
Just sniffing at the fruit and flowers
When I saw dead black crow there was hung

Now I know it was a scare crow
But back then it was I who scared so
And the crows still circled about the Lemon Groves in the Sun
Ever since I’ve associated a dead bird
Every time I saw Lemon Curd

Which my point it proves
When life hands you Lemons Please recall these truths I’ve said
Don’t be bitter just make Lemonade instead
Because with it you’ll be cured
Just for Goodness sake stay away from Lemon Curd 

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